Crevan let out an overly proportional whimper. He threw his hands up to his temples, and massaged them angrily. "I can't beleive there's such thing as a club like this..." He muttered, and rolled off of the leather couch he was curled up on. "Might as well get ready." Crevan sighed, and made his way into the kitchen. Timidly, he opened the fridge door and peeked in. "Eggs. Hamburger Meat. Possibly out-of-date milk. Spaghetti sauce. Half-finished beer. Water. Ketchup. Chicken..." He trailed off, running over the many simple recepies inside his head. "Spaghetti it is." Crevan shrugged and pulled out the Hamburger meat and Spaghetti sauce. He boiled some water, and put the meat in a pan. He looked down at his watch. "One hour." He said, and then went to take a shower.
Once he was finished, he got dressed, stirred the simmering meat, and slumped down on the couch again. Crevan brought his hands to his temples again. "This isn't a hangover, right?" He asked himself sincerely. He closed his eyes for a few seconds -realistically 10 minutes- and reopened them again to the wonderful smell of burning meat. Quickly, he turned to stove off, and looked down to the crispy little peices of dead cow. "It's still good..." He trailed off, and shoveled a pile of (cold) spaghetti sauce on it. Less than satisfied with his creation, Crevan threw some of the noodles onto his plate and dumped half the pan of Spaghetti onto it. He then went to the very small table in the corner of his apartment, and sat down to eat.
Happily, he shoved in a mouthful. He swallowed, but shuddered afterwards. "That is not how that should taste." He said, and stood. "I'll eat it later... or something." He lied to himself and put it in a tupperware container. Then he washed the dishes and grabbed his keys. Crevan took one last look of his apartment, and closed the door behind him. It didn't take long to get to the coffee shop, thanks to his new (not-so-new) car. He asked for a black coffee and sat with his head on the counter, watching the water droplets fall from his hair every minute until the mug was placed infront of him. "Thank-you." He said, and let out a soft sigh as he took the first sip.